"No need." Sumr Monroe shook her head, "I can treat myself and I know my own condition."
But Damian Knight was not willing to agree.
"Doctors can’t treat themselves; it’s safer to take you to the hospital for a check-up."
"Really, there’s no need." Sumr explained, "What happened to just now felt like running three kiloters; I just expended so energy. After resting a bit, I’m really fine now."
Damian Knight observed her complexion, and although it was still a bit pale, she no longer looked like she was on the verge of collapsing.
He had to agree, then offered an apologetic smile, saying, "My mom is actually sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, you’ll realize it after getting to know her more."
"Mm." Sumr nodded and said, "The fact that she and my mom are good friends ans she can’t be a bad person."
Damian Knight looked into Sumr’s shining eyes and couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle her hair.
Feeling the warmth of Damian Knight’s large hand, Sumr’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
On impulse, she heard Damian Knight ask, "So, is this a case of fake turning real for us?"
"I..." Sumr bit her lip, and instead of answering, she asked, "Do you know what the psychologist said when I told them about my nervousness when I see you?"
"What did they say?"
"I said seeing you makes flustered, and they congratulated , saying I’m in love." Sumr said playfully, sticking out her tongue, "I can’t let their congratulations go to waste, can I?"
To her, a crush didn’t count as being in love; being together did.
Damian Knight moved his lips, suddenly recalling the TV dramas he’d watched all afternoon, and with a cough, he said, "Woman, you’re playing with fire."
"??" Sumr’s mind was filled with question marks, "Damian Knight, are you okay?"
The smile on Damian Knight’s lips froze, and inside, he cursed Ryder Quinn.
The domineering CEO act didn’t suit him.
Damian Knight decisively placed a hand on Sumr’s shoulder, just about to kiss her lips when the phone rang.
It was a call from Cece and Bella.
Damian Knight showed the caller ID to Sumr and said, "I think they have news from Myanmar."
He said, pressing the phone’s speaker button.
Cece’s voice ca through, "Boss, where are you? We’ve found them, they’re at the airport, too many people to explain here, where should we et?"
"Let’s et at Redleaf Manor then."
"Yes."
After the call ended, Sumr felt the awkwardness from a few days ago returning upon hearing Cece’s voice.
As she and Damian Knight left Knight Manor and got into the car, she couldn’t help but ask, "Damian Knight, I think Cece is quite beautiful, don’t you think?"
Damian Knight’s binge-watching of idol dramas hadn’t been in vain. Hearing this, he glanced sideways at Sumr and asked, "Are you jealous?"
"..." Sumr was at a loss for words, feeling the embarrassnt of being seen through.
She pretended to be calm, looking out the car window, denying, "Who’s jealous? I’m just stating a fact and asking for your opinion."
"Alright." Damian Knight didn’t expose Sumr, steering with one hand and holding Sumr’s left hand with the other.
With a slight curve of his lips, he said, "Beautiful or not, I don’t know. I’m not soone who looks at appearances."
Sumr looked at him with disdain, "Really?"
Damian Knight shrugged, "Whether she is or isn’t, if it wasn’t for her, I’d never have realized my feelings for you."
Sumr was taken aback and asked, "Why do you say that?"
"Do you rember there was a ti when I didn’t take your calls?"
Sumr nodded, "I rember."
More than rember, it was engraved in her bones.
That ti was so distressing for her, thinking back now, maybe she had already fallen for Damian Knight back then.
Damian Knight continued, "She suggested that if I wasn’t clear about my feelings for you, I should try not contacting you for a week. If I could manage it, then it was just friendship, if not... then it was love. Later on, you know, I couldn’t do it at all."
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